"Arrr! Thar be scallywags usin' steeds o' iron to bash foes like drunken sailors on a rum spree!"
2025-01-01
Arrr, on the first day of the New Year, a rowdy ruckus in New Orleans sent at least ten souls to Davy Jones’ locker! Aye, what a way to ring in the year—more like a cannonball of chaos than a toast with grog, I say!
Ahoy, me hearties! Gather 'round and lend me yer ears for a tale most grim from the shores of New Orleans, where the turn of the year be met not with mirth, but with a cruel attack! On the morn of New Year’s Day, when the landlubbers were raisin' their goblets to greet the new tide, a band o' scallywags unleashed a tempest of terror, claimin' the lives of at least ten souls. Aye, 'tis a right sorry start to the year!